Stretched gate, the dark costume.
And black was the night window.
A high hope of exigent treason.
A monster was raped backwards his irreversible punishment was banished from the law books.
Law makers stood proudly with every waking wink, flashing track marks and anti-abortion pills.
A monster penetrated his grandma, the irreversible guilt was crushed upon his melon skull much filled with hamburger and jelly.
His fur was tattered by razor blades and cock claws.
Ripped from his leather skin pockets, pore realms a icky goo and erupted with excrement of serums words.
His butt cheeks were just marvelous so we kept them, still and fresh, lettuce and temptation on the side.
Hide in the cracks, saw him, ate him
the creak in the floor, to me from me
walking in water with fish. And angels.
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